Magic flute

They were happy and smiling.

And I knew that they enjoyed a beautiful morning. I met them near the Yarra river. They looked like two fairies or is it better to say like one troll and a fairy? May be they were walking towards the Botanical gardens to play in a concert and were planning to have a glass of wine or two after that and warm up in the sun? Or may be they were going home after the concert to drink warm tea with jam and talk about Beethoven?

It doesn’t matter. I still remember them and that light which they carried with them. They must know something special, probably a secret about a magic wand… or may be a music wand?